But most of all, great job by *kazzie* for capturing and sharing this moment. Apparently she hung around watching them for over an hour. She's posted a lot of non-monkey/kitten cuddlefest photos as well.
Why isn't this on television yet? It strikes me as The Electric Company for today's kids. Well, I guess as far as I can tell, it hasn't been picked up yet. But maybe soon. I think it's actually gear for a little younger child than The Electric Company. Although, it looks pretty cool to me, and I'm in an older demographic.
Yo Gabba Gabba! It felt good to say it again.
The YGG! folks have also resurrected Biz Markie.
I spent five minutes with GarageBand. I did not try to figure out anything except for how to record something right away using nothing but myself as the sound originator. And out came what I've affectionately dubbed “recording #11”. I think it has something to do with a track I overwrote and how when I first dropped it into iTunes it split all the tracks up separately. One of them was “recording #11“.
And yes I realize my timing was off. And that some sounds are a bit random. But I like that, the random part, that is.
If there's no room left for improvement, then there's really no room left is there.
Click and laugh. Can't describe without spoiling. It's short and to the point.
Visit my previous link on the mysterious ghost photographers of San Andreas. The link to the movie was dead. It was a ghost link, if you will. And, if you won't, well…it still wasn't working. But now that's all over. I will probably make this available on YouTube in the near future.
It was made with a digital camera, but I still think it's the only movie online featuring the ghost photographer. I could be wrong. I've been wrong before. But let's just say I'm not and move in.
As far as the new Grand Theft Auto for PS2, Liberty City Stories, no, I haven't purchased it yet.
You can now set your browsers to http://thisblogismyblog.com or http://www.thisblogismyblog.com. My lazy ass decided it was time to figure this out. But it couldn't, because all it's good for is shitting and preventing my jeans from falling down. The belt helps with the latter, but I'll give my ass some credit.
So as my ass sstruggled (that's the way asses sspell it) to solve this problem, my brain eventually told it to sit the fuck down, and took over. And now it's fixed. There is a chance that I may have a better post in the near future, but hang on to this one as long as you can, just in case.
I knew nothing about The Fountain when I picked it up at the public library, about three months ago. But I knew that when it was done, it needed to be mentioned here.
I read a lot. Blogs, books, newspapers, e-mails, comics, web sites, professional journals, magazine, and sometimes even the pile of novels that I can't keep up with. And, of course, graphic novels. Now sometimes a graphic novel is a collection of individual comic books bound together under one cover. Well, I'm not sure if The Fountain appeared that way, but I am certain that it is one of the best representations I've ever seen of a graphic novel. This is why people should read graphic novels, and get over the fact that it's a story that has pictures, and there's nothing wrong with that. (Although, I'm sure most of the people that read this blog don't have a problem with it.)
Darren Aronofsky (you know, one “A”, like Elvis), wrote this as a movie. The movie was cancelled originally, but was eventually made. But I am not looking forward to seeing it. I don't care who's playing the characters, or how its filmed, or how much is spent on effects.
It's a good story. And the graphic novel medium suits it fine. This may not have been Aronofsky's original intention. But combined with Kent Williams gorgeous illustration, I'm convinced the story as told the way it needed to be.
There's three intricately weaved storylines here, but it's all one story that takes place at different points in history. Despite the battles fought in South America and the travels through the universe, where The Fountain truly hits home is as a story about love, life, and death. Simple, huh?
Isn't every story about that, one may ask? Every story may involve that, but every story may no reflect upon it or encourage introspection on these matters.
I don't want to give a synopsis, but I know when the book was over, I was moved. I shook, I shed a tear.
Maybe I'm a big baby. There's always that possibility. It's not so much that it's sad, but there's something beautiful about The Fountain.
I'm not sure what happened to the style on my site, but if it's white with red and blue letters, than something's not right. Temporary I'm sure.